Camping In A Field | A Strange Painting Of Mario?

I went to sleep on the couch for about an hour or so, I did not record my dreams, and then I got in bed and I had several dreams that I remembered clearly enough to record but I did not record them; and so now I can only barely remember part of three dreams unfortunately.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that I probably drove a vehicle along a highway, and at some point I drove to a field not too far from the highway.

I can not remember if I was by myself or not, I just remember camping out in this area outside at first, but I saw alligators in the area so then I camped inside my automobile.

At some point I got interrupted by a man with light-color skin riding a horse, he approached me, but I can not remember what happened.

Later I got interrupted again by two brothers with light-color skin who wanted to use the field to try to fly an airplane from, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The dream possibly started late in the afternoon or early in the evening and then maybe it was night, but I can not remember if the last part happened the next morning or not.

Dream 2

This dream took place inside and outside a slightly fictional version of The E House, some of my family members from my mom’s side of the family like some of my family members from the state of T were there among others including myself, and I remember the inside of the house looking nicer with a slightly different layout for some rooms.

The living room was larger, nicer, and it had a sunken floor with a fireplace in the center of the room with paintings and photographs and other decorations along it.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 3

This dream involved some of my brothers and I returning to the same version of The E House from the previous dream, it was day, and I remember us going inside the house.

I remember us looking at some of the decorations and art on the fireplace, and my brothers took some of them down for a closer look.

Two were the same painting with one being small and the other being medium size, and they both were of a painting of a buffalo (bison)-like animal/creature with a face that looked like an older version of the video game character Mario from one of the early versions of him.

Another painting was a large painting with a thin caricature of Barack Obama, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

A Strange Headless-Looking Camel-Like Animal

I had a variety of dreams that I woke up from and went back to sleep without recording them, and so now I can only barely remember part of several of those dreams unfortunately.

Dream 1

This dream possibly involved something to do with some strange fish and / or something like that, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Art Exhibits And More?

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*Lazy notes of this dream from my mobile phone*

Driving to an event during the day with several people past the street that The E House is on in the city of D.

Emergency services and volunteers all over the place like something bad happened, and like maybe a Christmas event is going on (some of the volunteers were wearing Christmas clothing and seemed to be singing or something).

Earlier in the dream a man who was probably in a gang was going to probably kill a man in a house near his house near the street that The E House is on, and so maybe that is partly why there were emergency services all around.

Anyway, we arrive to the event on an upper floor of a building where the event was going on, and there are other people there too.

There were art exhibits with drawings and paintings et cetera, and some were even on and projected on the ceiling and seemed 3D et cetera and some were lit up with lights and some were made of light.

My brother GC had an art exhibit there too.

The last thing that I remember is a documentary-like movie or something with a man who somewhat reminds me of Jeff Corwin and his wife, and they are in Africa adventuring on a safari or something and interacting with various non-human animals.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

The Artist’s Eye

The Artist’s Eye

The Daily Post had a Daily Prompt today called The Artist’s Eye, and the questions were:

Is there a painting or sculpture you’re drawn to?

What does it say to you?

Describe the experience.

(Or, if art doesn’t speak to you, tell us why.).

Finding Old Personal Photographs And Objects

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I remember part of two dreams from last night, with the first dream taking place in a fictional building that I think was mall-like or it took place in an independent area, either way I remember going inside a place that was library / bank / arts & crafts store / flea market-like (maybe it was all of those joined in one store with each of those having a separate part of the place).

I know that near the entrance there was a large wooden desk with one or more workers behind it, and I remember that the place had a combination of things that were for sale/things that you could trade for/things that were free/things that you could rent/things that you could look at only (art work that was for show); and some things were new and some things were used.

I remember that there was paintings, sculptures, handmade jewelry, handmade crafts, books, clothes, photographs, et cetera.

The first part of the store had most of the new stuff, the middle part of the store had most of the used & for rent stuff, and the last part of the store had mostly the free stuff that looked like mostly old/dusty stuff that people donated or something; and I spent some time in the first two parts of the stores looking at the amazing variety of things that were either handmade or collectible / antique-type items mostly.

This place reminded me of another place like this that I have dreamed about before, there was more to this dream, but I forgot the middle parts of the dream; and I just remember meeting my former co-worker JF.

We talked and explored the third part of the store and we found a large old dusty folded album/binder-like thing with many pockets when you opened it, and it opened up very long since it was folded so much; and inside of it was a lot of old photographs, objects, books, et cetera.

To my surprise I noticed that some of the photographs were of me as a baby & kid (some were of real life photographs, some were fake photographs of real moments in my life, and some were just fake photographs of fake moments in my life), and I noticed some photographs that had some of my indirect family members in them like my cousin DE & my cousin ME & and a few other indirect family members.

I remember pointing out personal photographs of my indirect family and I to JF, it was like looking at old memories in the form of photographs, and JF started to notice old photographs of some of his family & himself as well.

We also found old books that belonged to some of our indirect family members, we found some old personal notebooks / notes / papers / et cetera of ours & some of our indirect family members, we found old personal cassettes / albums / et cetera, and other types of personal old objects.

We were amazed and having a good time looking through all the old personal objects wondering how did it all get here and how did it all fit in this one album/binder-like thing, but either the place was going to close or JF needed to leave; and so we took the album-binder-like thing to the front desk to see if they would let us have it for free since it was mostly our stuff & stuff that belonged to our families or we would buy it.

The woman at the front desk let us have it, since it was probably free anyway, and then we left; and somehow got to my parent’s yard at some point.

During our trip there we had divided all of our stuff so that I could keep my stuff and give the rest to my indirect family members who it belonged to, and JF would do the same for himself & his indirect family members.

We arrived to my parent’s yard during the day and my dad was outside (maybe my mom as well), and I showed him/them the stuff that we found & we told them about how we found it; and then I took our stuff inside the house, and I went back outside.

My dad started talking to me about a house but I am not sure what he was talking about exactly but here are some of the possibilities: that he wanted to go house shopping with me for a new house for our family in another city, that he wanted to go house shopping with me for a house for me in another city, that he was going to let me permanently stay at our current house and he wanted to go on a trip with me to another city, or something, either way he wanted to go with me to another city & he mentioned something about a house.

My former classmate JS showed up as JF was leaving, and he wanted me to go house shopping with him in another city & maybe he was also offering me a chance to stay at whatever house he bought; and so my dad and JF both had competing offers, and so I tried to decided which offer to choose.

I am not sure which offer I chose, maybe I chose a compromise where I would go house shopping with JS, and then return another day to go on a trip in another city with my dad & house shop with him or whatever he wanted to do; whatever I chose, I think that I remember flying in a small airplane, that probably belonged to JS.

If that is correct, then it was probably pretty fun & I probably got to help fly the airplane, and it was like some of the rare dreams that I have sometimes where I get to fly something or fly in something; but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

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